After a long time, with a move from the Thin Dao, the ghost general turned into a black light and burrowed into the ghost bag around his waist.

The fortune teller outside the door hurriedly tore off the human skin mask, revealing the face of the Qingling Taoist, went up to the front room, and asked cautiously:

"Lord Ghost King, since that kid is just a mortal with more vigorous blood, I don't know when we will do it?"

The thin Taoist looked at the sun and the cloudy sky that was gradually slanting westward, frowned slightly, and muttered in his heart: "The ghost general still hasn't completed the sacrifice in the past few days. But that kid's yang soul, combined with the ugly girl's resentful soul and the soul of the county lord who was perfectly refined, it is likely to refine a stronger ghost general. ”

Seeing that the Lord Ghost King was silent, the Qingling Daoist who was eager for revenge rolled his eyes and persuaded again:

"Lord Ghost King, with my observation, that kid is probably scared out of his guts by me. If we don't do it quickly, if he runs away, won't we bother the adults again. ”

The thin Taoist pondered for a moment and responded: "That's it, it's just an ordinary person anyway." Although the capital is quite restrictive, it is also a matter of hand-to-hand capture with paper figurines and clay puppets. Let's go into the city now, and we'll get rid of him tonight. ”

The Qingling Taoist priest had a happy face, and his eyes looked resentfully in a certain direction of the capital.

When night came, Bai Ze arranged the room and sat on the bed to cultivate his soul. Although it has not been a few days, the Eight Great Kings Broken Yuan Shen has been continuously inhaled, and Bai Ze's strength has been completed, and he can start to comprehend the next spirit.

The weather was already gloomy today, with dark clouds in the evening, and at night, a light rain was already falling outside the house, and the rustling sound was incessant.

Bai Ze pressed a big stone in his heart, and he had no intention of cultivating in the sound of rain, opened half of the window, looked at the spring rain outside the window, and muttered:

"Although it may not be the night of the third day, it is estimated that the ghost king will not act in this weather!"

The wine worm nested in the wooden tube around his waist, and the urn screamed angrily, as if he was answering Bai Ze.

Bai Ze patted the bamboo tube and said, "You should be stuffy inside for the past few days, it's not safe outside." ”

After confirming that everything was ready, Bai Ze sat cross-legged on the bed with the sword on his lap, looking out the window and thinking quietly.

I don't know when, there was a faint flute outside the window, and the song was melodious.

Bai Ze's body and mind were relaxed, his eyelids were a little heavy, and he wanted to fall asleep, but his spirit faintly felt that something was wrong, and he resisted falling asleep, and the whole person fell into a half-asleep state.

Suddenly, the sound of Suo Suo came from the ground, Bai Ze's ears moved slightly, and he suddenly woke up when he remembered what he had forgotten. He opened his eyes, and his eyes turned into black and red ghost pupils, staring straight out the window.

A small paper figure with a hidden aura on his body, his body was a little heavy by the rain, and he was no longer as light as before, and slowly climbed in along the window.

Bai Ze quietly got up, pulled out his sword, and at the same time felt a thin rope from the bed, staring at the crawling trajectory of the paper man.

The paper figure peeked out of the window, shook the water droplets on his body, regained his agility, and fell into the house along the window.

Bai Ze pulled the rope suddenly, and a jar of black dog blood poured down from the window, drenching the paper figure. The paper figure turned blood-colored, trembling and emitting black smoke, and the mouth on the painting screamed miserably, and the voice was terrible and harsh.

When ordinary people hear this kind of ghost roar, they are afraid that they will be scared to the point of excrement and urine. But Bai Ze was not affected in the slightest, jumped off the bed, and slashed at the palm-sized paper figure with a sword.

The ground suddenly erupted, bricks and dirt flew together, and a big dirt hand stretched out from the ground to protect the paper figure and stop the blade.

The sword light flashed, and there was a sound of chopping hardwood, and the big hand of the earth was cut in half by Bai Ze's response. But the sword blade smashed the big hand and lost all its strength, and the paper man took advantage of this opportunity to throw off some of the black dog blood on his body, and finally recovered a little mana. I saw him rise in the wind, become the size of an ordinary person, and feel a spear from his back.

Although Bai Ze was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the big dirt hand, it was not completely unexpected. Bai Ze shook a sword flower in his hand, and slashed towards the paper figure again, and at the same time took out a handful of glutinous rice from his waist with his left hand and sprinkled it on the ground.

Although the clay hand hated glutinous rice, he was not hindered for a moment, and in an instant, he became one with the cut off piece, and turned into a dirt man, absorbing the soil from the hollow and swelling up suddenly.

Bai Ze had already handed over a short battle with the paper man at this time, and the paper man was inferior to Bai Ze in terms of strength and flexibility, and now he was imprisoned by the capital to cast spells, and he was also severely injured by the blood of the black dog, and the gap between the two sides was even farther. As soon as the confrontation began, the paper gun in the paper man's hand was cut off by Bai Ze.

Seeing that the blade of the sword cut off the back of the paper gun and reached his chest, the paper man quickly took out a paper shield from behind, and although it was cut in half in an instant, he retreated.

Bai Ze slashed with his sword again, and the paper man first threw two paper flying knives, then took out the paper sword and stabbed at Bai Ze.

The mirror was used as a shield by Bai Ze, and there were two crisp sounds of "dang, dang", and the two paper knives were knocked off by the mirror and bounced to the side.

The sword light in Bai Ze's hand did not stop, and he shredded the paper sword with a turn of the splitting force, and the figure of the paper man was fluttering, wanting to take advantage of the strong wind rolled up by Bai Ze's actions to dodge.

But after all, he had just been drenched in the blood of the black dog, and his body was a little heavy, Bai Ze stepped on it again, and suddenly increased his speed, and the paper man couldn't dodge being stabbed into the chest by a sword, and he let out a painful ghost roar from his mouth again, and black smoke came out of the place where his chest was pierced.

The paper man grasped the blade of the sword with both hands, and his body became soft and fluttering, and he wanted to retreat. Bai Ze quickly followed, and with a twist of the tip of the sword in his hand, he slashed hard, and the entire paper man was cut into two pieces and fell to the ground.

The two pieces of paper struggled and twisted for a moment, the black smoke dissipated, shrunk and turned into two lifelike palm-sized paper figures, and they never moved again.

Life and death are between lightning and flint, because there is little soil in the house, the soil man can only absorb from the hole, and at this time the body is only half condensed, and he can't move for the time being.

Without a moment's hesitation, Bai Ze turned around and stabbed his sword at the clay man's head. The clay man let out a roar of rage, and fists the size of a human head struck at the sword light.

The tip of the sword was lightly clicked, making a sound of piercing into the masonry, Bai Ze did not fight hard, twisted his waist and flashed to his side, and the feet of the clay man were not yet condensed and twisted, and the sword light stabbed into the side of the clay man's waist in a flash.

A faint black smoke emitted, and the dirt man roared angrily, ignoring the wound, raising his fist and striking at Bai Ze horizontally.

The body of the clay man is thick and solid, and the three-foot Qingfeng can't pierce it. Bai Ze was afraid that the sword would be broken, so he turned over, pulled out the sword, took two steps back and kicked his side legs, and a jar on the table was skillfully sent to the face of the clay man.

The clay man was wounded by the flesh, and it was the irritability that he saw an unknown object attacking, and his eyes were red and he broke the jar with a punch.

Fragments of the jar flew, but the black dog's blood inside happened to be sprinkled on the dirt man's body. Because of the nature of the soil, the black dog's blood seeped into the dirt, staining large chunks of his body black.

The dirt man howled in pain with a large amount of black smoke and a pair of claws scratching at his body, scratching at the large amount of blackened dirt.